i once knew an old whore
who wore
a brown hat
wherever she was at

it sat there
on her head

that brown hat

hidin' the grey
as she passed away

to wherever
today becomes for ever
or never

she was just an old whore
that bore
today & yesterday
as it became tomorrow

nuthin' more

'cept that
brown hat
that sat
there on her head

she was a whore
'nuthin more

but give her some wine
cheap
that'd be fine
and she'd find
yesterday
and go her own way

into the past
at last
memories
of all the used ta' be's
before

she was a whore

with a brown hat
and where she's at

man, she musta' been
a beauty back then
back when

the hair wasn't grey
back when yesterday was today
back before it passed away

into a brown hat
coverin' the grey

back before
she was a whore

and tomorrow became yesterday

anyway

i once knew a whore
before

it all past away

before that brown hat
and where it was at

before today
when she passed away

she tried
she lied
today

she died

with that brown hat
on her head
she was dead
and that was that

i once knew a whore
who wore
a brown hat
to cover the grey

what can i say

i won't know her no more.

she's gone her own way!